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- Romanian Research – Vampires
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Tag Archives: travel
My mother sits beside me, meditating to the accompaniment of cars driving by on the road behind us. A moderate breeze rustles the leaves of the palm trees and threatens to close the book I’m writing in. A couple talks … Continue reading
I stand in the cathedral, listening to the service in a language I barely understand. But that’s not what gets my attention. My eyes follow my heart as it rises with the choir’s song toward the vaulted ceiling where stained … Continue reading
Memories are funny things. As I try to pull together all that happened during those three weeks in September, some of the memories are faded, while others are in sharp, three-dimensional Technicolor. Like the shock of recognition that jolted through … Continue reading
Our second night in Madrid, a street band played outside our window in the Puerto del Sol. The quartet featured Peruvian flutes and played classics such a “Dust in the Wind,” “The Sound of Silence” and Abba’s “Chiciquita.” I stepped … Continue reading
“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.” –George Bernard Shaw Ask me about any place that I have visited or lived in, and I’m bound to tell you about the food. My strongest memories of Berkeley, Calif., … Continue reading
I sit here in my small, messy office, piles of papers, magazines and other detritus littering the floor around me, remembering the first heady days of my trip to Spain and Romania last month. My mother, who made this trip … Continue reading